Month: April 2021

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There’s A Skitter In My Eye

Despite Skitter’s near-constant skittishness, she goes all lovey and kissy if my face gets within two inches of her face. I don’t mind. I just have to wash my face about 9 times a day.

You’ve heard of love/hate relationships? Well, Skitter has a love/fear relationship with most of the things and activities in her life. As I’ve mentioned before, Skitter is askeered of loud noises; sudden movements; anything that moves by itself—be it gadget or human; all other animals; any humans who aren’t me, Mom, or Suzanne; falling leaves; leaves on trees; light; darkness; wind; rain; the vacuum; the car; the truck; the bicycle; the electric recliner; the toaster; the mailbox; and the tv being off. Those are just a few of the things that scare her. And yet, she is a happy dog.

For example, we took Skitter on our walk with us last evening. She was giddy when I got her harness down off the hook and put it on her. She was excited as we headed out the front door. There’s no denying she wanted to go with us, and she ultimately pranced the whole walk. But as she pranced, she also shook and carried her tail between her legs for the entirety of our trek. She had her tail tucked under her belly so tightly that I had to kneel down to double-check to see if it was still attached to her. It was still there, making Skitter’s undercarriage look like she had a muffler. She had a boatload of fun, despite her terror. She says she can’t wait to go with us again.

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A Wave O’ Cross-eyed

The first time I looked at swirling Bow Tie o’ the Day against Shirt o’ the Day’s stripes, I literally—and I mean that word correctly—felt the discomfort of going cross-eyed. Now, that’s superlative clash! 🎡 🎢

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I Finally Got The Call

Bone-and-dog-paw-print Bow Tie o’ the Day is pleased to announce that yesterday I finally got the call-back to schedule my next U of U Hospital medical adventure—which is called lithotripsy. I am so glad to finally have it inked on my schedule. Unfortunately, the earliest appointment I could get for myself is May 24, so it’s back to waiting, waiting, waiting. I’m a patient person, except for all those times when I am not. 😜

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Partying All Through The Oscars Night

When one attends the Academy Awards ceremony, one may choose to switch duds before party-hopping to all the glitzy Oscar after-parties. Since I had already had to shave my legs for my see-through Oscars gown, I chose to wear this leggy number. The party dress was oh-so soft. I felt as if I was wearing my Swiffer duster.

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Or Maybe Not An Oscars Gown

Bow Tie o’ the Day is nearly matchy with this pantsuit. Although it’s not a formal gown, this suit could be a contender for me to wear to the Academy Awards ceremony tomorrow night. If I carry myself along the Red Carpet with the just the right sophisticated attitude, I think I could end up on one of the Best-Dressed-at-the-Oscars lists. For me, the most appealing part of this wearing this outfit is that it appears you’re not supposed to wear a bra with it. Ah, I will be comfy, as well as famous.

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Time To Choose My Oscar Gown

The Academy Awards ceremony is Sunday, and I am not ready for my stroll down the Red Carpet. I’m trying on dresses to find the right one. For an event like the Oscars, it’s always important to project a certain glamorous image, but I have so many glamorous images that I’m never quite certain which one is the right one for me to show off on such a bigly stage. Although this little number isn’t exactly gown-y, it seems like a good candidate for my Oscars evening. I’m sure I could probably get Suzanne to hurriedly crochet this for me, with time to spare.

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I’m Usually A Patient Patient

Chartres-inspired Bow Tie o’ the Day is one of the few clip-on bow ties in my collection. When I played church softball as a kid, I used to wear clip-on bow ties on my softball shirts. Unfortunately, those clip-on bow ties got lost somewhere in the many moves I have made in my life. I hope whoever found them, enjoys them as much as I did.

Anyhoo… Please be aware that I have hit my top nerve, folks. My patience runneth over, and it runneth over anything in my way. I have been waiting patiently since last Friday afternoon for a call to schedule my next medical procedure. I’m doing fine handling my Hanky Panky’s current level of pain, but I don’t want to handle it for one minute more than I absolutely have to. The sooner the procedure’s scheduled, the sooner it’s done. I now impatiently scream to the world, “Let’s get this lithotripsy on the road!” I’m usually very nice about these kinds of things, because I know the world doesn’t—and shouldn’t—revolve around me. However, my patience began to boil, so I made a couple of calls yesterday—with my serious-as-heck voice—and I was told I’d get a call to finalize the scheduling today. Well, it’s today, and it’s 4:30 PM, and I haven’t even received a junk call about my auto warranty.

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An Accessory Mystery

It’s no mystery that I adore paisley, so there’s nothing to be solved as far as Face Mask o’ the Day and Tie o’ the Day are concerned. It’s all very clear. The mystery I am trying to solve is all about this yellow lapel pin I’m wearing. What kind of human being is a pin designer who decides, “Hey, I know! I’ll make a pin depicting a lemon Jello mold with a golden stapler in it! Everyone will want that lapel pin! I’ll be rich!” A person such as that sounds like an odd someone I would probably like to meet. I think we’d have much in common—if only our collections that astound and perplex normal people.